I don’t get too political here on my little piece of the internet. I don’t like to. It’s just not my style. But this week something has been pressing on my heart. And it just keeps circling back around, so I’m thinking I should put it into words. I’m not sure yet what those words are, so bear with me. And I may lose you. I may lose a lot of you. But I hope not.
My oldest daughter had an orthodontist appointment yesterday, which meant just over an hour together in the car. I love it when it’s just the two of us on four wheels. It’s like the magic hour. She puts away her books, and she talks to me. I find out more in those minutes about this girl I’m raising, her friends, and what she feels in her little heart of hearts than I do any other time. I don’t know what it is about the tires humming on the pavement that opens the floodgate of teen talk, but it works. As we were chatting she mentioned a good friend of hers, a kiddo that I dearly love, and love her family, and some of the things she’s been saying to my girl-and it keeps circling back to one thing: abortion.
Our family has some pretty strong feelings on this issue. As a nurse, I know the biology and science behind conception and fetal growth. I know that typically before a woman knows she’s even pregnant, that life has a heartbeat. I know that the neural structures that facilitate the sensation of pain are intact by 8-10 weeks of gestation. That means that contrary to the popular belief that abortion is painless, the babe is able to feel pain. You can read a recent defense of this fact by Dr. Maureen Condic to Congress here. As a nurse, I know how an abortion is carried out. It is violent. It is grotesque. It is a horror film in a doctor’s office. As a health care professional, I know what abortion does physically as well as mentally to the mother, let alone the child. Women who have had abortions often report symptoms of PTSD, and often have life-long grieving. As a scientist I’ve never been able to understand why a one-celled organism on Mars in considered life, but an unborn child with a heartbeat is not.
As a woman of faith, I have additional reasons to not support the procedure. Biblically it’s just not sound. Psalms 139:13 says: